The year someone turns 18 they have the opportunity to be injected with a serum that will produce a soulmate mark somewhere on their body. This serum is costly and the procedure to get the injection is not covered by insurance.
A rare illness cropp...
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Kisses to the back of my neck are my personal alarm clock this morning. I curl into the warmth of his body for a moment or two before abruptly sitting up in bed and pulling away. I can't help but look down at him and peruse the tawny skin he has on display since he decided against wearing a shirt to bed last night and formulate a one word response to his actions. "No."
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He shifts flat on his back against the mattress, his arms slung out beside him. "I've been defeated by simply a two letter word." Then he is crawling to his knees. "Baby, how about we instead flip that word upside down, or reverse it?"
It takes me a second to see where he is going. "I swear, Joonie, if you say, or worse yet sing, Marvin Gaye's Let's Get it On then the no will change into a 'Hell No!'"
He falls back on his haunches. "Aw, why's that?"
"Because, while the song has probably been the source of many conceptions in the mid seventies it embarrasses the crap out of me." I calmly explain to him.
Then I pick up my phone and frown at the fact that the temperature dropped a few degrees again before laying it back down. I pull out my white pants and blue and white striped smock top.
"Can I at least get a good morning kiss?" He requests.
I climb on the mattress and let him pull me close so I am straddling his lap. It's honestly a dangerous position, but I'm hoping he knows that a kiss is all he is getting. I should have expected that even I would get carried away despite my own intentions. I mean to leave a few sweet pecks on his lips, and of course that turns into very deep open mouth kisses in next to no time. When I find myself whimpering at the sensations he is evoking in me is when I finally begin to have enough sense to pull away. I give him a stern look, as if he is completely at fault, before standing up and turning away.
"Sorry, Baby." He calls from the bed as I head to the bathroom.
I turn around and shake my head at him. "No, you're not."
